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Perhaps one of the most eagerly-awaited albums in the MJ reviewing shack. Despite this magazine's tendency towards things dark and droning, there is something terribly addictive about "The Lobster Boys" with it's Flower-Power-cum-SCRITTI sound. And the quirky sound, torn from the underbelly of times-gone-by, still remains in this album, although to be frank there's less of an immediate hook to the handful of songs on this album. But where they sacrifice the instant allure of previous works, they make up for with the overall brilliance of this album. So, if not as immediate as before, then what makes this album so good? Ah, my reader, first you have to let your mind go blank, drifting slowly back to days of childhood. Enter the fantasy world of Sixties Disney - specifically "The Jungle Book", with it's lush, mysterious Eastern score, weaving around the listener like the coils of Ka the snake, spinning as hypnotically as his eyes, interwoven as the tendrils hanging from the jungle trees. Whether they have created this rich multilayered music from scratch, or have used a multitude of samplers, I can only guess (and I'd favour the latter - if not they deserve to be in Hollywood getting paid an astounding amount for re-creating the wonders of the past). Beyond the film-fantasy scores, their music falls basically into the same simple breezy structures as with the previous album. I'd find it hard to criticise such charming music - this goes way beyond the sit-up-and-beg roughness of most of the music which came out of the Sixties. Given the clarity of modern recording studio technology, they manage to create a music which superficially seems quite simple, yet the deeper you listen, the more complex it seems to be. I must admit I don't find their music that easy to describe as I listen to it. The urge is to enjoy it rather than analyse it, and that is the crux of the matter - this is an album to be enjoyed - to indulge in - to lose yourself in. Be charmed, be entertained, be thrilled - WHEN have the controls and your only hope of escape is when the CD whirrs to a standstill at the end of the album. Loads of Eastern sounds, voice samples and some wonderful grooves. I'm not unaware that this album may be a joke - a stab at the basic shabbiness of latterday Disney, both on screen and in the theme parks - or a portrayal of a generation which does not hold up well to close scrutiny. But I'd like to think that, as clever as they appear to be, WHEN have a genuine love of everything they do, of all they re-create, and manage to pass that good feeling down to those who listen with awe and count the days to their next release. It's a gas, Man! Originally reviewed for Metamorphic Journeyman.